Gargoyles:
The Wolf Adventures
Blood Sisters 2:
Reunions
Part 2
By Silverbolt
E-mail: Silverbolt2012@hotmail.com
The Wolf and Aaron Conners Created by Silverbolt
All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorised by the copyright holder. All original characters are the property of Silverbolt.
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Thanks once again to Storyseeker for helping me out with some scenes and Princess Alexandria who has been very kind and given me feedback on my character Rebecca. Thanks!
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Previously on Gargoyles…
Demona was just staring at Angela quietly "So… what you're saying is that there may be ANOTHER clone made from… from me and Maza?????" The cup that Demona was holding smashed as Demona clenched her hand into a ball.
"We think it might be possible, mother." Angela replied.
*****
As she removed her clothes, waiting for the water in the shower to reach the right temperature, she looked at herself in the mirror, mostly paying attention to her face.
She moved closer and opened her mouth to look at her teeth. They normal except for the fact that her canines were more fang-like than they should have been.
Then she looked at her ears; she touched them and moved her fingers up to the very tip, she screwed her face up as she looked and touched them, they were much more pointed than they should have been. One more thing that she didn't understand about her past, why did she have those features?
*****
"Emergency? Rebecca, what's the emergency."
AMY HAS FORGOTTON HER FOLDER!!!!! She wrote frantically.
Leo slapped his hand to his forehead "Oh no not again!" he moaned "She told me that if she forgot anymore files she'd get fired!"
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? She asked.
Leo thought for a moment "Come on we can take my bike." He said as he grabbed two helmets and passed one to Rebecca."
Rebecca clapped her hands in excitement, she liked riding on Leo's bike.
A few moments later Leo was on his motorbike with Rebecca clutching tightly round his waist…
~Blood sister 2: Reunions Part one~
Nightstone Unlimited Building…
Leo and Rebecca zoomed through the streets of New York until they reached their destination, Nightstone Unlimited.
This was the place where Amy worked as one of the assistants. It wasn't exactly the best job in the world but the pay was exceptionally good.
Rebecca looked up at the building and gave an impressed whistle as Leo parked on the side of the road and removed her helmet and put on her baseball cap to hide her ears.
"Do you want me to wait?" Leo asked as he handed the folder to Rebecca.
Rebecca shook her head and gave him a hug before he revved his bike and drove off, Rebecca waving until he was out of sight.
Rebecca turned her attention to the building where Amy worked. She had never actually been inside it before, but surely if Amy worked there it couldn't be that bad.
With that she stepped through the revolving doors into the entrance hall.
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Rebecca looked with wonder at the hugeness of the place as she entered. She walked to the reception nervously where a woman was sitting typing into a computer and chewing a piece of bubble gum.
She looked at the woman and tapped the table to get her attention. However the woman didn't look up so she lent over and tapped her shoulder instead.
The woman didn't look up from her computer "Yes?"
Rebecca pulled out a piece of paper and began to write on it; she then tapped on the table again.
The receptionist looked up "Yes? What do you…? OH! Miss. Destine! I… I didn't realise it was you!"
Rebecca looked at her with confusion and looked behind her to see if she was talking to someone else behind her.
She wrote a question mark on the paper. ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? She wrote.
The receptionist looked at the note and then at Rebecca "Is this some sort of test Miss. Destine?" She asked "Oh and I must say I love how you've done your hair." She said noticing the red and black hair that rested on the woman's shoulders. "It's very Kelly Osbourne."
WHY DO YOU CALL ME MS. DESTINE? Rebecca asked.
The receptionist looked at her "You really aren't her are you?"
Rebecca rolled her eyes and nodded to say that she wasn't.
"Are you wearing different coloured contact lenses they're a lovely shade of brown."
Rebecca was getting frustrated.
"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry I really did think you were, I mean you look so much like her and everything… are you a relative of hers? I mean so far all I know is that she has a daughter but that's all," the lady said.
Rebecca shook her head and wrote that she wasn't.
"Wow it's incredible how much you two look alike, of course she a little taller and her eyes green and her hair is red. I'm so sorry." She straightened up "What can I do for you?" he asked politely.
Rebecca started writing, as the receptionist looked at her curiously "Are you mute?" she asked.
Rebecca gave a sad nod "Oh I'm so sorry." She apologised.
Rebecca handed her note to the woman I'M LOOKING FOR AMY HART. It said DO YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS?
The receptionist thought for a moment muttering Amy's name "Hmm… Amy Hart… Amy Hart… Amy Oh! Oh yes I know her! She's one of the filing clerks for one of Ms. Destines assistants, very nice lady… if not clumsy I'm afraid to say."
Rebecca gave a huff, she didn't like people saying bad things about, even if some of the stuff was technically true like the time when Amy tripped and dropped a whole pizza on Rebecca's head, it took ages to get the cheese out of her hair!
"Hmm…" The receptionist said as she typed into the computer "Yes, she's on the twelfth floor of this building, room seven I think. You can take the elevator to get there."
Rebecca nodded her thanks and started to walk away.
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Rebecca made it to the twelfth floor and started looking for the room marked room seven but she needn't have because as she did she heard someone shouting.
"What do you men you haven't got the files, Hart????" Boomed a voice half way down the corridor.
Rebecca quickly walked down the corridor and stood by the corner and listened.
"I-I'm sorry Ms. Brockbank." Amy Stammered as Rebecca peaked round the corner. "I… I thought I had it with me I just forgot it and I…"
"Oh this is the last straw Hart!" Mrs. Brockbank sneered, Rebecca could see she was quite old, with lots of wrinkles and blond-white hair, her voice was very bossy. "We needed those bloody folders in ten minutes! The meeting is at one and if we don't have them for Mr. Osegama … do you realise how much this deal is going to cost us? Eight. Million. Dollars!"
"But I…"
"Oh shut up!" Mrs. Brockbank sneered, "you're fired."
Amy went pale "F-fired?" She said quietly. She shook her head "Oh please no! Y-you can't, please just give me another chance."
"Well… OK I'll give you a chance." She gave a horrible smile "You keep your job only if the files are in my hands by the time I count to ten." She cleared her throat "One, two, three…"
Rebecca bared her teeth, how dare that woman do that to her friend? She stormed over to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder.
"…Six, seven…" The ageing woman turned around as she felt a finger being jabbed into her shoulder. "Yes?" The woman gasped "Ms. Destine?" Rebecca rammed the files into her hands and gave her a cross look.
"Rebecca!" Amy whispered with glee.
Rebecca gave her a quick smile and then glared at the woman who was staring at her in surprise. "Wait a minute, you're not Ms. Destine." The woman exclaimed.
Rebecca frowned, why was everybody mistaking her for this Destine person? But she shook off the thought and stepped closer to the woman and quickly wrote down YOU HAVE THE FILES. NOW LET AMY KEEP HER JOB!
Mrs. Brockbank smiled cruelly "I said if she gave me the files, I didn't say anything about if anyone else gave me the files."
Rebecca bared her teeth, how dare this woman do this? LET. HER. KEEP. HER. JOB. NOW!
"Give me one good reason I should… AGH! Putmedownputmedown!" the older woman cried as Rebecca grabbed the woman by the front of her blouse and lifted her with one hand above her head.
Rebecca smiled wickedly at the distress in the woman.
Amy had to stop herself from laughing.
"OKAY, OKAY, she keeps her job, now let me go!" Begged Mrs. Brockbank. Rebecca did so. The woman fell to the floor on her backside with a bump.
She got up, rubbing her ass and looked at Amy "Y-you're lucky I have to take these files straight away Hart," she nervously looked at Rebecca "and you're lucky I'm not going to fire you, but I'm warning you, one more slip up and you are out of here! Understand?"
Amy nodded "Yeah whatever."
With that Mrs. Brockbank left as quickly as she could.
As soon as she was out of sight Amy gave Rebecca a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Rebecca I owe you big time, if you hadn't… I'd have be big trouble."
Rebecca smiled lovingly WE ARE FRIENDS ARE WE NOT? She wrote.
Amy nodded "Rebecca when I get home tonight, I'm gonna bring a big Chinese take-away, you like those don't you?"
Rebecca nodded quickly.
"Good." Amy said "Not only that You're going get all the strawberry ice-cream you can eat!"
Rebecca's eyes widened. She hugged Amy, as tightly as she could. She LOVED strawberry ice cream!
"Gag! Rebecca that's enough hugging, I'd like my ribs to remain unbroken!"
Rebecca let go, blushing. SORRY.
"It's OK," Amy chuckled "I've gotta get back to work now Rebecca," She said as she checked her watch "Will you be able to get home all right?"
The taller woman nodded that she would.
"Great," Amy said as she gave her best friend another hug and kissed her on the hug "I love you." She said quietly in Rebecca's ear before walking away.
Rebecca gave a small wave and turned away, hanging her head sadly. I love you too. She thought. Even if I can never say that...
*****
Rebecca returned to the reception area, getting another odd look from the receptionist as she did so, she didn't notice though, she was too busy looking at the floor sadly.
She walked through the doors still not looking where she was going and went straight into someone.
The person gave a cried of surprise as they fell to the floor with Rebecca. Whoever they were also dropped a large rectangular thing, which had been draped with a cloth.
Rebecca got back up and moved quickly over to the woman she had knocked over.
The woman rubbed her head as she looked up; she gasped when she saw who was standing there in a baseball cap holding a helping hand out to her "Dom... Dominique????"
Rebecca looked at her confused as she helped her up, she picked up the painting that the woman dropped and gasped when the cloth accidentally fell off.
It was a picture of a gargoyle.
She stared at her realising it wasn't her friend "are you all right?" She asked when Rebecca touched the painting in wonder.
Rebecca nods and looks at the woman, not realising her scarf had become untied
Andrea gave a gasp as she saw the scars on Rebecca's neck
Rebecca looks at her uncertainly. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote YES? WHO ARE YOU?
"You're not Dominique are you?" the young woman said slowly, tearing her eyes away from the scars.
WHO IS DOMINQUE?
"Dominique Destine... she's the CEO of this company"
Rebecca gave an annoyed pout she hated being compared to someone she had never seen herself WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP MISTAKING ME FOR HER?
"Well to be frank... if it weren't for your difference in your hair, eyes and skin... the two of you could be considered as twins!"
OH. Rebecca looked curiously at the woman ARE YOU A FRIEND OF HERS?
"Yes!" she smiled "She's a close friend! We have lunch together and she's even helped me to put on display most of my artwork."
Rebecca looked back at the painting in awe YOU DID THIS?
"Yes... I paint gargoyles! Isn't it beautiful?!"
Rebecca nods
"The painting needs work, but the creature itself is a work of art."
Rebecca nodded even though she wasn't listening; she couldn't stop staring at it
"Pardon me, but are you all right?"
Rebecca nods and writes I AM FINE
The woman studied her for a moment "Would you like to see Dominique? I was just meeting her for lunch? I'm sure she wouldn't mind having another guest?"
Rebecca thinks, Amy wouldn't be home till later, maybe she could find out why people kept saying she looked like this person, and this lady seemed very nice.
"By the way, my name is Andrea, Andrea Calhourn!"
I AM REBECCA. She wrote
"Well, its nice to meet you Rebecca!"
I WOULD LIKE TO MEET TH
She was in the middle of writing 'THIS' when all of a sudden "Mommy, mommy! Look at the scars on that ladies neck! Eeewwwww, they're really ugly!"
Andrea looked to where the voice was coming from "What the...?"
Rebecca stares at the girl, whose name is Emma Simpson. She touched her neck, her eyes widening in terror when she realised her scarf had come undone, she could tell the girl had caused people to stop and stare at her.
Rebecca started to back away, tears forming in her eyes.
Andrea held out a hand "No wait Rebecca! It's all right!"
Rebecca shook her head to say it wasn't before turning and running off into the crowd.
Andrea turned round and gave the small girl a hard glare "Didn't your mother ever tell you about being polite and keeping your mouth shut???"
"Do you mind?" Emma's mother snapped at Andrea. "I can handle this myself missy," She looked down at her daughter "Emma that was a very nasty thing to say."
"But mommmmm, her neck was all yucky" Emma protested.
Andrea had to fight the urge to hit something "Lady! If I were you… I'd do the whole world a favour and buy some extra strong elastic tape and tape that girl's mouth shut!!!!!"
" Why I..." Emma's mother said, opened mouthed, as Andrea stormed off inside to meet Dominique.
"Emma you are getting no candy for a week now." Her mother scolded.
"But..."
"No buts young lady! Come on, your father will hear of this." She snapped as she pulled the protesting Emma away by the arm as the little girl was in the middle on a tantrum.
*****
"It's wonderful!" Dominique exclaimed as she admired the young artists painting.
"Thanks Domi." Andrea said as she sat down to drink the tea, which her friend had offered her. "I think it's one of my best? Don't you think so?"
The older woman nodded in agreement "It's very beautiful." She whispered "You certainly catch the very beauty of those beings."
"I try my best, besides I need to do a few more touches to the background, but other than that, it's done." She started to take another sip of tea when she remembered what had happened outside "Dominique… I know this sounds weird, but… do you have family here in Manhattan? You know, like do you have a sister or a cousin or…"
"No!" Dominique snapped "I don't have any family here."
"Oh," Andrea said quietly "You know Dominique? I've known you for a while and there are still some things about your family that I don't know about? I mean, what about your parents do you ever see them, do they…"
"My parents are dead." Dominique said sternly "They were killed by terrorists when I was a child."
Andrea looked at her friend with surprise "Oh god… Oh god Domi, I'm so sorry, I… I didn't know"
"It's all right." The red head sighed as she sat down "it was a long time ago."
"Do you… do you miss them at all?"
"I think about them all the time" she sighed.
Momma! Poppa! Noooo!
We'll always love you angel, always!
"Domi?" Andrea asked as her friend stared into space.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry I was just… just thinking of something."
"Oh."
"Why did you ask if I have any family here anyway?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah I bumped into someone outside the building, she looked kinda like you."
Dominique stared at Andrea, "What?"
"Yeah, it was weird. I mean, if it weren't for her eyes and hair being a different colour then I'd say you two were exactly the same,"
"That's silly Andrea," the business woman said "lots of people look like someone else."
"Yeah… I suppose, but she really did look like you."
"Is that the time?" Dominique gasped, as she looked at her watch "I'm not sure about you, but I'm hungry."
Andrea gave her, her 'your-trying-to-change-the-subject' look, but nodded anyway "sure, shall we go then?"
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As Dominique walked past the reception she overheard one of her assistants talking with the receptionist "…I know it was so weird she looked so much like Destine it was unbelievable." Said the receptionist.
"Huh," Brockbank huffed "I don't care if she does or not, what ever she was she was a freak. Her teeth were like a vampires and she picked me up above her head like I was nothing, and I could have sworn her ears weren't normal."
Dominique felt a trickle of sweat dropping down her head as she left the building,
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As Dominique and Andrea waited for their lunches to arrive the older woman bit her lip as a question slipped into her mind "Andrea… that woman who looked like me… did she sound like me as well?
Andrea looked down at the table "No… she didn't, she… I… I don't think she was able to speak."
"What do you mean?"
A flash of pain went though Andrea's eyes, as she remembered the horrible scars that covered Rebecca's neck. "She wore a scarf and… and it fell off and I saw that her neck was scarred, it was horrible! She was so upset when a little girl pointed it out; you should have seen the tears in her eyes Domi. She was so hurt!" Andrea had to close her eyes, as tears formed in them "I just can't forget those scars, they looked… looked so painful, like her neck had been cut with something over and over again."
"Where did she go?" Dominique said, soothingly, as she put a hand on her friends own.
"I… I don't know she disappeared into the crowds before I could stop her." Andrea sighed "I hope she's all right."
"So do I." Dominique lied, as her muscles tensed. If this look-a-like woman was what she thought she was then there was only one way to be sure. But she didn't want to bother with it right now, she was just going to sit here and enjoy this time with her friend…
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Rebecca opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. As soon, as she was inside, she went into hers and Amy's bedroom huddled up into a corner… and cried.
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Some time after sunset…
"So… these moving images are actually what people are doing right now in the castle?" Wing asked, as she stared closely at the security video screens.
"I wouldn't get too close, you'll get square eyes."
Wing pulled away and put her hands to her eyes, "those screens can do that to you?" She gasped.
Lex rolled his eyes "no, of course not. It's just an expression."
"Oh." Wing relaxed a little, but moved away from the screen anyway. She looked at all the screens until she saw one that caught her interest. "What's in that room," she asked?
"Oh, that's the weapons room, it's where we keep the robots and guns and stuff." Lex explained.
"Really?" Wing said with interest.
"Yeah, but we don't use that stuff much."
"Uh huh, and… is there a camera watching us?" Wing asked as she moved closer to her lover.
"No… why do you want to know—mmff!" Lex exclaimed, as Wing kissed him, passionately.
Wing pulled away. "Can I have a look at your weapons?"
"Huh?" Lex gasped. "Why do you want to see weapons for?!"
"Just curious." Wing said, "I'd just like to what humans make." Wing ran a talon up the cyborg's chest and touched his nose "Pleeeeease?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Well… uh… okay?" Lex said, meekly, as he followed after Wing.
*****
"Who wants Chinese?" Amy sang, as she got into her apartment, carrying a box filled to the brim with food.
Amy quickly put the box down as she waited for Rebecca to come rushing at her and give her a big hug, which usually knocked her to the floor, but it didn't happen. "Rebecca?" Amy called "Rebecca where are you?" but Rebecca didn't appear.
The young woman was getting worried, this wasn't like her friend. She searched around the apartment and in the bedroom, searching all the corners of the apartment knowing how much her friend liked corners, but she still was unable to until she found Rebecca's clothes dumped outside of the door to the bathroom.
She tapped on the door before going inside, it was just lucky the door was open. "Rebecca?" Amy whispered as she peeked round the door.
Her eyes went wide as she saw he friend curled up into a ball in the corner of the shower, wearing nothing but her bra, pants and socks. "Oh… Rebecca not this again." Amy sighed as she tiptoed over to the taller woman.
Amy gently put a hand on Rebecca's shoulder, startling her. Rebecca looked at Amy with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Amy smiled kindly "Hey, I thought you got over this taking off your clothes stage." She chuckled, but seeing tears in the scarred woman's eyes she stopped smiling. "Rebecca? What's wrong?" She asked.
^ I'm ugly. ^ Rebecca said in sign language.
"What?" Amy cried "What do you mean you're ugly?"
^ Because I am. ^ Rebecca replied ^ A little girl saw me and said I was ugly ^ she pointed to her neck.
"Didn't you put your scarf on?"
^ It fell off when I bumped into someone ^ she looked down at the floor ^ Everyone was staring at me. I don't like people staring at my neck Amy. ^ Rebecca started crying again.
"Oh… oh Rebecca, come here." Amy said soothingly as she wrapped her arms round her friend. "It was just a stupid little kid, you know how kids act they don't care about grown ups feelings." She planted a kiss of the crying woman's cheek "You're so beautiful, I mean come on you're the one the guys always try to chat up whenever we go out." Rebecca looked into the eyes of her best friend in the whole world, the one of the only two people who truly cared about her, the other being Leo. The two people she owed her very life to. "Rebecca you are beautiful, it-it's like someone took the best parts from different people and made you."
Rebecca started to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Now come on, let's see a smile." Rebecca sniffed and gave a small smile. "Atta girl Rebecca." Amy said as she helped Rebecca up "Now, how about something to eat? I've got Chinese and more strawberry ice cream than you've ever seen in your whole life.
The silent woman's ears pricked up at the mention of ice cream.
*****
Rebecca and Amy held their stomachs and groaned "I can't believe we ate two tubs of ice cream." Amy said as she rubbed her ached tummy.
Rebecca just nodded in agreement.
"And how we managed to eat all those spring rolls is beyond me."
Rebecca just nodded again in agreement; she didn't feel very well.
"Ugh, I need a drink." Amy said as she pushed herself up off the sofa and walked over to the cupboard. Both she and Rebecca had stripped down to their underwear She tried to get a can of coke from the top shelf, but she was too short to do so. "Grr… Rebecca, could you give me a little help?"
Rebecca gave a silent groan as she got over to Amy holding her tummy before effortlessly lifting up her friend.
Amy handed one to Rebecca before opening hers, after her friend had gently let her down "You know…I really shouldn't put stuff up that high." Amy sighed as she took a sip of her drink. "I still can't believe how strong you are girl!" She exclaimed.
Rebecca shrugged.
"I mean no offence but come on you must have some secret you've been holding out on me."
Rebecca shook her head.
"Well it certainly does come in handy, remember that time with those muggers? I mean they were, like, so much bigger than us and you just knocked them all for six with one punch as if they were rag dolls!"
Rebecca gave a cheesy grin acting out the moves she did before flexing her muscles.
"God, I'd kill for a body like yours." Amy sighed as she looked jealously at Rebecca's body, with her long legs, shapely thighs; flat, well toned stomach and ripe, firm breasts.
Amy looked down at her own with disappointment. "I'd never get onto the front of a magazine with this spare tyre." She said with disgust as she poked her stomach, which was probably a bad idea because a second later she was dashing to the toilet holding her mouth.
Rebecca looked worried as she heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up.
A few minutes later the spiky black haired woman came out looking extremely pale "Definitely shouldn't have had last spare rib!" she groaned as she gratefully drank the glass of water that Rebecca had thoughtfully got for her.
Rebecca gave a tired yawn.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right, it is getting late isn't it?"
Both she and the mute woman stepped into the bedroom and slid into the double bed. "Night Rebecca." Amy whispered as she gave her friend a kiss on the cheek before turning off the light.
A few minutes later they had both drifted off to sleep…
*****
"NO! SISTER! SISTER!!!!!!!!" Cried the mysterious woman's voice as once again the white haired monster lunged at Rebecca with the scalpel.
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Rebecca sat up in bed in a cold sweat, it was that nightmare again, that horrible, horrible nightmare!
Rebecca gave Amy a tap on the shoulder but the only response she got was "Oh… Tom Cruise, oooh you are awful tee hee hee!"
The mute woman rolled her eyes before getting out of bed and slipping a dressing gown on.
She slid the glass door open and stepped onto the balcony to look at the city.
She crossed her arms on the wall and looked down miserably. Why couldn't she find out who she was? Why hadn't she heard anything about someone looking for someone like her? Didn't anyone… care about her? Wasn't there anyone out there who cried to sleep with worry about where their friend or child… or mother or wife was?
No… no somehow, she didn't think she had children, or a husband.
But as that dream went through her mind again one question did come up, the voice called Rebecca her sister… but if she was… what happened to her?
Did she really have a sister?
But an even bigger question came up.
Was she still… alive?
Did that monster get her as well?
Rebecca put a hand to her cheek feeling tears trickle down them.
She started to go back inside.
She wanted to know who she was, she wanted the life she had left behind, and she wanted her family…
*****
Destine Manor…
"NOOOO!" Demona cried, as she slammed her fist down on the desk that she was sitting at "IT CAN'T BE!! NOT ANOTHER ONE!!!!!" Demona flapped her wings angrily, as she saw on the screen, a woman with raven black and fiery red hair, walking into the Nightstone building.
"Mother?" Asked a voice behind the immortal.
Demona looked up to see Angela stepping through the balcony doors "Wha--? Angela!" Demona cried as she quickly stood in front of the TV.
"Mother what are you hiding? What is that?" Angela asked curiously, as she tried to peek around her mother.
"Nothing..." The immortal said, as she moved left and right with Angela's attempts to look behind her. "Angela now is not the time... maybe if you came back tomorrow…?"
Angela stopped trying to look and gave her mother a long look "what's going on mother and don't lie to me?"
Demona gave a growl "Angela I'm working on something and I don't have the time for this" She fumbled for the off switch, whilst keeping her eye on her daughter desperately.
However before Demona could react Angela immediately dashed forward and stared at the screen in front of her, noticing the strange woman who looked very familiar indeed! "Mother... what... that woman. She looks just like..." Angela suddenly realised who it was. "By the dragon! It's her isn't it? The one that Delilah has been dreaming about? Its the other clone?!"
Demona gave a defeated sigh "it seems so."
Angela couldn't stop staring at the enhanced image of the Demona look alike "why weren't you going to show me this??" Angela demanded.
"I had no reason to."
"Maybe, but.... Why were you hiding it from me?" She questioned.
Demona's eyes blazed red "do you think I would have told you if it resulted in finding another one of Thailogs... things?"
Angela's own eyes turned red, as she glared at her mother. "She's a living being mother! Just as much as you are! Why should her existence concern us less than what yours or the rest of ours do??!"
"It's just a copy!" Demona bellowed "a stupid, worthless copy! It's bad enough that Delilah exists, do you think I want another one running around?"
"MOTHER!!!!" Angela protested "she has as much right to live, as you do!" Angela calmed down a bit "and Delilah has a right to see her... sister! She's obviously been thinking about her a lot because Talon and Maggie say that she's been waking up screaming a lot in the past few nights!
"That doesn't concern me, now please leave I have things to do." She said, as she turned towards the television screen again.
"Fine! But give me the tapes first?"
The red head looked up at her "what? Why?"
"They might lead to where she is?"
Demona looked back at the television screen "no" she said sternly.
"What???" Angela gasped in disbelief.
"I will find this… forgery myself."
The lavender gargoyle gave her a curious glance "why?"
Demona was silent, as she typed into the computer.
"Mother… you wouldn't????" Angela cried, as she realised what Demona might have in mind.
"It's just a clone." Demona replied, not even looking at her daughter.
"Please, mother, don't risk everything you've built over the past couple of years?" she begged. "If you do anything to that woman then you're risking everything!"
"No body knows she exists." Demona replied.
"I do!" Angela said, crossly "and so does Delilah."
"And how do you suppose you would find her with these tapes?" Demona growled.
"Elisa would find out. It's her job!"
"And do you suppose she wants to know she had another piece of her soul strolling around, as well hmm?"
Angela looked at her, sadly "Mother... unlike you! Elisa does not have much of a problem with Delilah! She has learnt to accept her and has come to care about her as a friend and sometimes even a daughter! Something that you have never mastered."
"You know that clone is a symbol to me about Thailogs betrayal." She huffed.
Angela put a hand to her head "I know mother! But she can't help the way she was created, no more than this poor woman could help it!" The young gargoyle asked, "do you think Delilah asked to be created so that she could be Thailogs love slave for the rest of her entire existence? To have no free will? No freedom? To be alone?" She said the last few words with meaning, as she looked straight into her mother's eyes. "I really don't understand why you find it so hard to get along with Delilah, mother? You and she have more in common than you realise! Both of you were alone and miserable and you did things that you regret! Why is it so hard for you to consult with her?" Angela put a hand on her mother's own.
Demona gritted her teeth "I just... can't" She thought for a moment and gave in "oh... all right." Demona handed the tapes over to her daughter, grudgingly.
Angela smiled, happily, "thank you mother."
"But I had nothing to do with this, understand?" Demona warned.
She nodded "of course!" She said with a grin before kissing Demona on the cheek and said "thank you" once again before departing from the manor.
Demona gave a small wave, as she watched her daughter glide away before closing the curtains.
*****
Elisa's apartment
"Elisa? Elisa wake up." Angela said, as she tapped Elisa on the shoulder, as the detective lay in bed.
"Huh? Whu? Angela? Do you know what time it is? What is it?" Elisa murmured, as she kept her eyes tightly closed.
"I'm sorry to wake you up Elisa, but this is important!"
"Can't it wait till morning?" Elisa begged, as her gargoyle friend turned on the bedside light.
"Elisa…" Angela said with annoyance.
"Oh yeah sorry I forgot." Elisa groaned, as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "So what is it?"
"I… I think I've found Delilah's sister!" Angela said quickly.
"Oh… is that all I…" Elisa's eyes went wide when her brain finally processed what Angela had just said. "Sister???" She cried, "What do you mean Delilah's sister? You mean she's real??? Thailog actually made two mates for himself?"
"I wouldn't know if this one was meant to be a mate, but yes I think she is very real." Angela held up the tapes.
"Where did you get these from?" Elisa asked, curiously.
"From my mother… though she'd rather people think she didn't have anything to do with this."
"Well that's Demona for you." Elisa grinned.
A few minutes later Elisa had put one of the tapes into her VCR and sat down to watch with Angela.
"I don't believe it, she looks just like Demona!" Elisa said in astonishment.
"I know, it's amazing isn't it?"
"Let's have a look at the others, there might be a clue, as to why she was in the building." Elisa said.
They stuck in another tape, which happened to be the one with the encounter with Brockbank.
"Wow! Did you see that? She lifted her like she was nothing!" Elisa gasped.
"Wait a minute… who's that she's hugging?" Angela asked, as she pointed to the shorter woman with black hair.
Elisa paused at the image on the television and looked closer, her eyes grew wide.
"Elisa…?" Angela asked with concern.
"I… I know that woman!" Elisa said slowly.
"What???" Angela gasped. "You know her?"
"Yeah… Her name's Amy Hart, I only met her once, but I couldn't forget her, not after that look on her face." Elisa said sadly.
"What happened?" Angela asked with interest.
"Her sister was killed! She was hit by a drunk in a car, we caught him and turns out that the guy was wanted for a bank robbery as well, far as I know, he's still doing time for that." Elisa's eyes looked down sadly at the floor. "I was one of the people who informed Amy about her sister. She was so upset; she just sat there with her face in her hands and cried. The poor girl… she kept going on about how it was her fault."
"Elisa, I'm so sorry." Angela whispered, as she put a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"I never actually saw her again… but I'm beginning to wish I did, all this time, Delilah's had a sister and that woman probably knows where she is?"
"It's possible." Angela said, "Do you think we should tell Delilah?"
"I… I don't know." The detective replied. "Maybe… but I don't want to get her hopes up, we don't know anything about this woman, did you see what she did to that lady? For all we know she's could be just as bad as Demona was."
"I suppose." Angela sighed "Do you know where this Amy person lives?" She asked.
"I think so, hopefully she hasn't moved since then, I'll go see her tomorrow."
"I'll notify my father and the others, I hope you find Delilah's sister, Elisa." Angela said as she got up to leave. "It would be nice for those two too be reunited."
"Yeah…" Elisa replied as she returned to her bed after Angela had left, "I'm sure she'll…" before Elisa could say any more she fell fast asleep.
*****
23rd Precinct, late afternoon
"Hey Becky, what's all the commotion?" Aaron asked, as he saw the young rookie dash past her.
"There's been another bank robbery." Becky growled.
"What? Another one?" Aaron gasped.
"Yeah, that's the third time this has happened this week and we think it's the same guy." Becky put a hand to her head "Someone entered the vaults without setting off the alarms, they left no finger prints and they took half the money in the vault."
"What about the security cameras?" Aaron asked.
"They were destroyed, we didn't even see what destroyed them." Becky sighed.
"Yeesh," was Aaron's reply.
"Yeah I know, and there was absolutely no sign of entry, it was like whoever did this teleported in and out or something."
Aaron's face went completely emotionless; as he stared at Becky "what did you say?"
"I said it's like the person teleported in and out or something." Becky looked at Aaron who had turned pale. "Aaron… are you all right?"
"Uh… yeah… yeah, I'm… I'm fine." Aaron stammered.
"You sure?"
"Yup. Fine and dandy." Aaron murmured. "I've gotta go, there's something I need to do." He said as slowly began to move away.
There was only one person he knew of who could do such a thing, but he wasn't alive anymore, he was sure of it.
"Aaron?" Asked a voice, who turned out to be Elisa?
"Oh… hey Elisa." Aaron sighed.
"You're looking pretty miserable today." The detective said with concern.
"Just remembering something, it doesn't matter anymore though." Aaron said quietly.
"Oh…" Elisa rubbed her arm "Aaron can I talk to you for a minute? There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Sure." Aaron replied, as he followed Elisa into a deserted corridor. "So what is it?" He inquired.
Elisa looked around to make sure no one was around before answering "it's about Delilah."
"What's wrong with her?" Aaron said quickly, afraid something had happened to his girlfriend.
"It's not about her exactly, it… it's about her sister."
"Sister???" Aaron exclaimed, "when did that happen?"
"Keep it down." Elisa hissed.
"Sorry," The werewolf apologised, "but what do you mean sister?"
"We think that there's another clone like Delilah, sort of like a complete opposite of her or something." Aaron just gave her an odd look "it's weird I know, but if I'm right then I think I know someone who might be able to tell us where she is."
"So… when are you going?" Aaron asked.
"Now actually." Elisa replied.
"Great I'll come with you, if this involves Delilah."
"Thanks, I could do with the company, I mean this is another clone that's part me." Elisa sighed, as she and Aaron walked to her car.
"I wonder why this Thailog got rid of her?" Aaron wondered, as he opened the door to the car.
"Who knows, and are you driving?" Elisa sniggered.
"Huh?" Aaron said in confusion before looking into the car to see that he was, in fact, about to sit in the drivers seat "oh yeah, I forgot you guys drive on the wrong side of the road here." Aaron said, as he switched sides with his friend.
*****
Rebecca was sitting on the couch. Amy had gone to work and she was incredibly bored.
She had done all the tiding up, vacuumed up the apartment and washed the dishes and now there was nothing to do, nothing to read, the CD player was bust because Amy had spilt milk all over it.
Right now it would have been time for Teletubbies, but she didn't want to watch them anymore. When she had first come to live with Amy, she had found the colourful foursome fascinating, but over the years she had began to find them… annoying.
Maybe she could try colouring?
Rebecca picked up some colouring crayons and skipped to the bedroom, she dived onto the bed and lay on her back for a moment smiling.
She pulled out a draw and took out a large amount of paper. Many of them, all ready, had drawings on them.
The mute woman smiled, as she took out another piece of paper, which had been framed out of the drawer.
It said 'Rebecca's first drawing' on the frame.
She looked carefully at it. It was quite a crude drawing, but Amy thought it was special enough to be framed. It was a picture of Amy, Leo and Rebecca holding hands… well it was supposed to be, you couldn't exactly see any hands just scribbles. The only way you would be able to tell who was who was by looking at the carefully written names underneath each thing.
Amy was the black spiky circle on the left with the word 'A ME' written underneath.
'LEOO' was the brown wavy thing that was sitting on a black sausage shaped thing, which was supposed to be a motorcycle.
'REBBECCCA' was the red and black circle in the middle and a large red heart surrounded all three of them.
She gave a sad smile, as she put it away and looked at her other drawings, over the years her art skills had improved and you could see, as the blobs started to evolve into people, just Amy and Leo. There were a few pictures of her friend Maxine, but Amy had told her off for doing pictures of her naked.
Rebecca didn't understand at the time why it was wrong to be naked; Maxine took off her clothes all the time when she danced round her pole at the bar that she worked at.
But maybe it was because Maxine was the one who helped Rebecca get a job at the bar where she danced. The mute woman only did it because she wanted to buy Amy a birthday present, how was she to know that taking off your clothes for money was wrong?
But then Rebecca looked at the other drawings, she didn't like some of the things she drew, they scared her. But they were from her dreams, like the picture of the monster with black skin, red eyes and white hair. Or the picture of herself with her neck being cut with a scalpel with drops of blood and tears everywhere on the paper. Amy didn't like that.
But then Rebecca looked at her latest picture and looked uncertainly at it. It was a picture of a gargoyle, with beautiful white hair, green wings and caramel skin. She had a long tail and wore a red jacket and a purple leotard.
She didn't know who this person was or even how she drew this, she'd never seen this gargoyle in her dream or anywhere else… except that night with that werewolf.
The gargoyle looked surprised at Rebecca, as if she had seen a ghost. Rebecca stared sadly at the picture, she had wished she had known who she was.
Rebecca heard a knock on the door; it was Probably Leo asking to borrow some more milk.
She went to the door and looked through the spy hole in the door. It wasn't Leo; it was a man and a woman. The man had funny looking hair and the woman… the woman looked familiar somehow.
She curiously opened the door, though the chain was still on, as she peeked an eye around it.
"Uh… hi." the funny haired man said, as he pulled a badge from his pocket "I'm detective Aaron Conners and this is Detective Elisa Maza, may we come in?"
Rebecca's eyes went wide. Police? What did they want? Was it something to do with Amy? Was she hurt?
IS IT ABOUT AMY? She quickly wrote on a nearby pad on the door and poked it through the crack.
"Actually Amy is the one we want to see about someone else, is she there?" funny haired man said.
NO
"It's about a woman, we're trying to look for, she has red and black hair and…" Before Aaron could say anymore Rebecca had quickly put on a scarf, taken the chain off the door and opened it fully.
Elisa and Aaron gave a gasp.
"It's you!" Elisa gasped.
Rebecca looked at Elisa in confusion, her voice… her face; they both seemed familiar some how.
YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ME? Rebecca asked.
"Yeah." Aaron said happily, "you are the one we're looking for, do you live here?"
Rebecca nodded her head and motioned for the two detectives to come inside.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA? Rebecca asked.
"No thanks." Elisa said.
"Uh… why can't you talk?" Aaron asked before Elisa kicked him in the leg giving him the 'you dummy!' type look. "What?"
Rebecca looked down at the floor miserably I JUST CAN'T. She wrote.
"I'm sorry," Elisa said kindly, even though she staring closely at the woman's face. "What's you're name?"
REBECCA
"That's a nice name." Elisa said with a smile.
WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME? Rebecca asked HAVE I DONE SOMETHING?
"No, no nothing like that." The raven-haired woman said, with a chuckle "tell me… Rebecca, what do you know of your past?" She asked curiously.
Rebecca looked at the two detectives unhappily I KNOW NOTHING OF MY PAST, I WOKE UP IN A DUMPSTER, MY NECK WAS HURTING. Rebecca pulled down her scarf to reveal her scars.
Elisa put her hand over her mouth in horror "oh my God." She whispered.
Rebecca pulled it back up again I HAVE BAD DREAMS ABOUT A MONSTER MAN WITH WHITE HAIR HURTING ME, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS THOUGH.
Elisa did though. Thailog. She thought angrily, he did that to her! Anger seeped through her system, as she felt a new hatred for the cloned maniac growing inside her. How dare he hurt someone like that?
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? Rebecca wrote hopefully.
"I… Uh… no." Elisa said. Somehow she didn't think it was a good idea to tell Rebecca that she was a clone. "But we know someone who might be able to help you.
Rebecca perked up a little REALLY? THEY CAN TELL ME WHO I AM? Rebecca did a little happy dance much to the surprise of the two detectives.
"I think Demona would cringe if she saw how her look-a-like acted." Elisa whispered to Aaron. agreement.
Aaron nodded in agreement.
CAN WE GO NOW? Rebecca asked. "I think Demona would cringe if she saw how her look-a-like acted." Elisa whispered to Aaron.
"Sure if you want." Elisa said, as she checked her watch, it wasn't long till sunset before holding out her hand, which Rebecca took without a second thought.
A few minutes later she, Elisa and Aaron drove off to, unbeknownst to Rebecca, the Labyrinth.
*****
Rebecca looked curiously at the surroundings of the Labyrinth, as the three walked down the tunnels. This was an odd place to find out who you really were.
WHAT WILL HELP ME HERE? Rebecca asked, as she turned a corner.
Elisa took a deep breath, "Rebecca, there are… people down here who are a little…different."
WHAT KIND OF DIFFERENT?
"They were changed by some experiments by a scientist, their bodies were altered, one of those people is my brother."
CHANGED? Rebecca asked INTO WHAT?
"Please don't scream when you see… Uh, sorry." Elisa apologised when she saw the hard look that Rebecca was giving her.
They arrived into the living quarters of the mutates and clones.
"OK guys you can come out now." Aaron called.
Rebecca looked curiously, as four figures stepped out from behind a curtain; she took a step back in horror when she realised that the people were in fact, cats! Cats with Wings!
She took a step back and fell on her backside before trying to scrabble away; she stopped; frozen in fear when she saw the man with funny hair change into a big hairy wolf!
Rebecca was scared, NO! They were going to eat her! It was all a trap!
"Hey it's OK." Said a soothing voice. Rebecca looked up to see that the voice belonged to a female panther that smiled at her kindly. "Hi, my name's Sharon." She said, "You must be Rebecca, I've heard about you."
Rebecca looked her surprised, not just that the panther could talk, but also because she wondered how the cat knew her.
Rebecca took the cats hand and let her help pick her up.
"Rebecca this is my brother." Elisa said gesturing to the male panther. "That's Claw and that's Maggie." She said pointing to the tiger and lioness.
Rebecca just gave a nervous wave, as she stared at the mutated people. ARE YOU GARGOYLES? She asked.
Talon gave a little laugh "No, no. Nothing like that, we're mutates, we used to be human… but not anymore. A man named Sevarius used us in experiments…" He looked at Rebecca "Are you all right?"
Rebecca was looking to space. That name, Sevarius, it sounded so familiar yet she didn't know how. She just nodded her head to say she was fine.
The mute woman looked curiously behind Talon, at what appeared to be statues. She walked past the mutates and opened her mouth in awe
They were gargoyles!
She ran her hand down the side of the largest clone gargoyle Hollywood in fascination; it felt so smooth.
She looked at the others with an open mouth and saw the one that she had hoped she would see again.
Elisa smiled, as she watched Rebecca touching the stone form of Delilah, feeling the smoothness of her, tracing her fingers over the statues hair and gently running her hands over the wings coming out of her back.
She touched the earring the statue had; it looked just like the one she wore!
The mute woman thought she was so beautiful, she felt tears in her eyes.
"Uh… Rebecca?" Elisa asked gently, as she put a hand on the mute woman's shoulder.
Rebecca looked at the detective and realised that she had her arms wrapped round the stone woman; she pulled away in embarrassment, her cheeks going bright red, as her eyes showed confusion of why she had just done such a thing.
"Ah you must be Rebecca!" Said a man, as he shook the red and black haired woman's hand. "My name is Dr. Goldblum. I'm helping the mutates with their problems."
'He seems nice' Rebecca thought, as she shook his hand.
Goldblum looked her up and down smiling kindly, "Yes… yes, fascinating. She certainly is a looker." He said, giving a knowing wink at Elisa.
Rebecca looked at him in annoyance WHY AM I HERE? Rebecca asked WHAT IS DOWN HERE THAT WILL HELP ME KNOW WHO I AM????
"Ah yes, yes of course." The doctor said, producing a syringe.
Rebecca looked curiously at it.
"Rebecca, is it possible for me to borrow some of your blood?" He asked.
Rebecca gave an uncertain look WILL IT HELP TO TELL WHO I AM?
The doctor nodded. The mute woman eagerly rolled up her sleeve, closing her eyes, as the doctor drew blood from her arm. "Thank you Rebecca that was very kind of you."
Rebecca nodded happily, as she rubbed her arm.
Both Aaron and Dr. Goldblum left for the lab to carry out their task.
*****
Rebecca drank the tea that the lioness mutate called Maggie had offered her. She couldn't help, but notice that the tiger one wasn't saying anything.
She moved over to him and held out a piece of paper with a message on it. HELLO.
Claw looked at her and took the pen and gave back his reply HI
Rebecca looked at him sadly YOU CAN'T TALK EITHER?
Claw shook his head. I CAN, I JUST DON'T
WHY?
JUST DON'T Was claw's reply.
WHY?
JUST DON'T! He looked at her with annoyance.
THAT IS SAD. Rebecca wrote, as she looked at the tiger mutate IF YOU CAN TALK YOU SHOULD.
Claw snatched the pen from Rebecca I JUST DON'T WANT TO! IS THAT A CRIME?
I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO TALK. Rebecca wrote after taking back the pen TALKING IS A WONDERFUL GIFT THAT SHOULD BE TREASURED AND
Claw took back the pen and bared his teeth, LEAVE ME ALONE! He wrote, as he stood up and dropped the pen on the floor before walking away.
Rebecca picked up the pen and sneered at Claw, angrily, before giving him the two-finger salute.
As she sat down again she heard something like an eggshell breaking. She looked over at the gargoyle statues and her eyes went wide, as their stone skin started breaking. What started off, as hairline cracks, slowly started getting bigger and bigger until, with a mighty roar, the gargoyles escaped from their stone sleep.
Rebecca's eyes twinkled in amazement at what she had just seen happen, something felt… right about watching this.
"You get used to it after a while." Elisa chuckled, as she remembered seeing the gargoyles burst from their stone skin for the first time.
Rebecca stepped slowly towards the female gargoyle with white hair, who was stretching her limbs and giving a big yawn.
*****
Delilah gave a big yawn, for once she hadn't had a daymare, though the woman who was claiming to be her sister had said to her something about her being so close to find her, though she didn't understand what that meant exactly?
She rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked straight ahead, she opened her eyes and saw a blur that slowly began to come into focus, but when it did, Delilah went shock still.
It was she! The woman from her dream! She was right here right now!
The woman looked curiously at the gargoyle for a few moments before giving a shy little wave.
Delilah raised her own hand to give an equally shy wave "H-hi…" she squeaked nervously, just about managing a little smile.
The woman with red and black hair quickly wrote something on her note pad and handed it to Delilah who read it curiously. HELLO MY NAME IS REBECCA WHAT IS YOURS?
Delilah looked up from the note. "M-my name is Delilah… why did you give me this paper? Can't you talk?"
Rebecca shook her head and pointed to her neck. She then pointed to Delilah's face, moving three of her fingers down her own, trying to ask what was with Delilah's scars?
"I… they… they are nothing, just an accident, something hurt me." She looked over at Elisa for a second before turning her gaze back towards the mute woman.
"Hey!" Hollywood exclaimed, as he pointed at Rebecca "You look like Demona! Look same like her!"
Rebecca stared at the orange clone in confusion. What was going on here? First people were saying she looked like Dominique Destine now they were saying she looked like someone called Demona????
"Elisa? is she here yet? Has Delilah met her?" Asked a soft female's voice from behind.
Rebecca turned round to see another female gargoyle with lavender skin walking in from one of the tunnels followed by a large gargoyle with aqua blue skin and one with brick red skin. Another one came in; who looked older with a white beard and a scar over one of his eyes.
They all smiled at her and said their greetings.
She turned around after she looked at the new male gargoyles and looked closely at the ones she had seen wake up.
YOU LOOK THE SAME AS THEY DO. She wrote to the new comers.
"Aye, they be our clones lass." The one with a scar said gently.
Clones?
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS AS CLONES? Rebecca wrote, but she looked up at Elisa suspiciously then looked at Delilah. She pointed to them both quickly.
Delilah nodded her head sadly "Yes, I am a clone also. I was created by another clone, to be his… mate. My face comes from Elisa's DNA and… and my body comes from a gargoyle called…" Delilah didn't say any more because she had been violently pushed out of the way by Rebecca who was running, teeth bared at someone who had just come out of the tunnel…
*****
"Remind me again, WHY we are doing this?" Aaron asked, as he watched Goldblum looking at the blood sample through a microscope.
"We're just making it official Aaron." The doctor said in matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh come on, the woman looks just like Demona… smells like her too, with a slight hint of Elisa… and something else that I can't quite put my finger on." He muttered. "So? What have you got?" He asked, as he got up to inspect the microscope sample.
"Well, I don't have any of Delilah's actual blood because it turns to stone and doesn't become organic again after sunset, but I do have images of it."
"What have you got her blood for?" Aaron asked suspiciously.
"I'm interested with the whole cloning thing Aaron, sheep and monkeys are one thing, but the gargoyle clones are a entirely different thing. Also, Delilah is how should we say… somewhat unique seeing how she's part human and part gargoyle." He moved a computer screen to face Aaron and loaded up a file. "Right! This here is Delilah's blood, now look at Rebecca's."
Aaron did, as he was told "They look exactly the same" Aaron exclaimed.
"I know same blood type, same number of red and white blood cells, you'd think these both came from the same person."
"Well that settles it! Rebecca is Delilah's sister; can we have dinner now? I haven't had anything to eat since lunch." The Jewish doctor gave him a hard stare. "What? I haven't!"
Goldblum just gave a sigh. "Well I suppose we should go tell Rebecca." He said
"I wonder how she's gonna take it, she said she didn't know who she was, she probably thought she had amnesia when she really didn't have a memory to loose in the first place." Aaron said sadly, as they walked out.
*****
Goliath had come in, a few minutes later into the Labyrinth because he had had to check up on a few things, he too was interested in this new clone, but suspicious as well. If it looked like Demona then it might act like her to.
He had walked in and stopped when he saw the woman with red and black hair. He had given her a small smile, but her reaction was different.
She pushed Delilah out of the way and anyone else who was in her way, looking at Goliath all the time with a face of pure hatred.
Before Goliath could even defend himself the woman had dived at him and punched him square in the jaw. She threw a volley of slaps and punches at his face and chest.
"Oh God, get her off him!" Angela cried.
The Wolf and Claw grabbed hold of Rebecca's arms and pulled her off with the woman still kicking and trying to attack Goliath.
*****
"Rebecca it's OK." Delilah said, shaking the crazed mute, as she tried to pull herself away from her two holders. "Rebecca!" Delilah said sternly, as she made her look into her chocolate brown eyes. "It. Is. Not. Thailog. Do you hear me? It isn't Thailog, it's Goliath. Thailog is dead. Dead!"
Rebecca's angry sneer faded and she relaxed her muscles.
She blinked a few times and looked at the two people holding her.
Why were they holding her? And what was that lavender gargoyle doing on the floor with a cut lip?
"Oh my God!" Delilah cried
Rebecca saw that Delilah was looking at her neck and that the lavender gargoyle was holding her scarf in his giant hand.
Claw stared at her in shock, remembering what he had written to her earlier and suddenly felt very, very foolish at seeing the painful looking scars.
"Rebecca, your neck. Oh my God! Thailog did this to you! Oh Rebecca, I'm sorry!" Delilah started to cry and put her arms round her. "I'm sorry! I wasn't there to stop him! I'm sorry! I'm sorry sister!" She sobbed.
Sister?????
Rebecca pushed her away.
What did she mean sister? How could this gargoyle be her sister? She was human; humans don't have wings, or talons… or pointy ears… or sharp teeth.
But she had two of those things.
"Uh… Rebecca there's something you should know," Elisa said stepping forwards "Delilah was cloned from me and a gargoyle called Demona, otherwise know as… Dominique Destine."
Rebecca started to go pale.
"And the blood test I just did, shows you have exactly the same blood type, as Delilah. You are in fact… Delilah's sister. Congratulations." He said with a smile
Delilah beamed a tearful smile. "We're sisters." Delilah said joyfully "you and me… we're family, real family! We're together again and nothing will take us apart!"
Rebecca backed away from the hug, Delilah tried to give her, shaking her head in disbelief, as the puzzle pieces started to slot together.
No!
It couldn't be true!
She couldn't be a clone!
No!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be concluded…